There were grand plans: this week, I was going to nail everything. I was going to wake up early to write, I was going to hit all my deadlines, I was going to make time for people. It was going to be great. Well, it’s only Tuesday and I’ve already smashed the hammer well off target.
It started off well enough. Despite a trip to the pub to quickly share a drink with some most wonderful people on Sunday night, I managed to get out of bed at six and get started on my new early-bird-gets-the-writing-done routine on Monday. I then spent the day in a minor daze but survived work and was congratulating myself over some rather tasty fajitas when I got a text that put a stop to my self-praise.
Somehow I’d managed to forget that my writer’s group had been moved to Monday. And why had it been rescheduled? Because the one of the guys is moving away and the other is about to set out travelling. So not only did I miss group – I missed the last bloody one! Totally gutted.
I was tempted to write the week off immediately to be honest, but I got up early again today and opened my curtains so the room could lighten around me as I tapped away and it felt pretty good regardless.
Also, luckily for me, the guys in my group aren’t mad at me and hopefully we’ll be able to continue helping each other out by email for the next while, but I’m freaked out by the thought the group -at least in this shape and form – might be coming to an end. I guess I’m gonna have to try and find some other folks who are interested in workshopping, I’m just not sure where to start. Does anyone have any excellent suggestions?
In the meantime, I’m gonna keep chugging the coffee and see how many words I can fit in before work for the next couple of weeks at least. Pity the folks that have to put up with me please!